It was a long year for the witch. After being reminded of withdraw symptoms for not feeding on Natsuki's seed, Kanoe's life was sealed. She had difficulty accepting it of course. The young student did her best to resist for the sake of her lover Clarice. But all the powerful being had to do was refuse to feed her and she would come crawling back though the punishment was never that simple.

It eventually became routine, second nature to obey and complete what tasks the woman had for her then going back to her life. At times Natsuki would come to her so the witch could satisfy any urges or cravings the being had at the moment. Time and place had no meaning to the female monster, she would be fucked in classrooms, hallways, and the familiar setting the gym showers. She was punished when she tries to resist or move to a more private setting and learned to just spread her thighs and accept what the woman gave her.

Perhaps the most insidious part were the treats and rewards she gains for obeying, like a pet doing a trick for her master. Just the act of sex was becoming a reward for the witch as it meant her body was being fed more of the precious seed that her body craved. But other things were lavished items like the many perfumes and furniture that were added to her old room before moving to Claire's. Her body had become more athletic and despite her swollen mammaries, she could move alot faster and more graceful than before. Her skin and hair were perfect, her body was a woman's dream and she was living it.

The dream was a nightmare in the end though. She went through hell playing Natsuki's games of trying to catch a ball and exercising based on a powerful being's idea of her physical limits. The witch learned many skills of various use but in the end it was meant for only one thing, serving Natsuki. But even that feeling was beginning to fade. It was not something she could resist anymore, it was simply fact that she is this being's servant till she frees herself of the addiction. The question though was if she could even think about breaking free when that time comes. When it was time to pleasure Natsuki, her body tingled with delight as her mouth waters. She knew she was going to be fed more of that delicious seed and it was wearing her down quickly. During her many breakdowns through punishment or otherwise, the witch was like clay being molded to Natsuki's image. This part of her life has changed, this life of servitude that she tries desperately to hide from her lover. She knew Claire would be crushed to find out a monster has won, beaten her, broken her and was training her like this.

Finally catching the ball, the witch was only partially winded from the exercise. The being was pleased as always. She had gone nearly two months without resisting or otherwise displeasing Natsuki. Despite the servitude she has gain much physically while slowly being wittled away mentally. Kanoe kneels before the woman and offers the ball, her eyes lowered.

She gasps as she was pulled closer to the powerful woman. A soft squeak sounds as fingers stroke and squeeze her luscious mounds through the the tight fabric of her dress. There was so many changes to her body and she could not believe how sensitive her breasts have become. Her knees wobble weakly as her nipples were stroked and pinched through her dress. Already small wet spots form through the thin fabric, her engorged teats producing strange nectar once more.

"Mmm... Y-Yes... M-Miss Saika," she half says, half moans. Her nipples were pulsing rapidly. The witch's body and mind were trained and she could feel her slit tingling with growing heat. She moves closer to the being and gently pulls her panties aside. Biting down on her lip, she eases herself onto the toe and slowly begins rocking her hips. The poor student was already growing moist, this was no doubt not her first time doing this.

The being had shown her much about sex and erotic acts. She never knew something like being teased by Natsuki's toes could feel so good. The insult of doing the act stung but her body did not care and soon a warm wave of pleasure rolled through her mind, smothering her thoughts. Her clit throbbed as the woman teased it with her toes. The witch's hand found itself sliding up and down the woman's calf as she continues to pleasure herself for Natsuki's entertainment.

Her cheeks blush deeply at the comment made about her breasts. The student's breasts have been enlarged before by another monster and now the luscious mounds were swollen with nectar. She could explain some things to her lover but how much longer will 'a monster did it again' excuses last for Claire?

"Nnngh! Ahhhhhh!" the questions had to wait as a climax wracks her body. How juices gush over Natsuki's toes as the two wet spots on her dress grew a bit bigger. The witch nearly swooned as her breasts had a faint climax of their own. Panting softly, she blushes deeply as she began to lick and suck on the woman's toes as she sat in a small puddle of her own sexual nectar.

The rest of the night was a blur as the being fucked her heavy orbs. The friction drove her wild as the strange clear fluid flowed from her engorged teats freely. Feeling the molten hot cum beneathe her dress left her body shuddering. Already her body was tingling all over as her sex began producing even more juices. She had been relying on this seed for over a year, her body was looking forward to another taste.

After scooping up as much of the seed as she could, the witch sneaks into the gym showers to wash up and changed back into her school uniform. Despite the work of getting a dark uniform that fits, her breasts were now pressed hard against the fabric. Her mounds were becoming so tender that at times she found herself going without a bra to avoid any more friction. Sighing softly, she puts the dress in the wash and back into her backpack. If she keeps getting new dresses, Claire will notice.

Luckily the night was quiet as the witch returns to her dorm room. She unlocks the door and enters, knowing she was late as usual though that came to no surprise with the amount of trouble she gets into due to her uniform.

"Sorry I'm late again," she calls out softly.

Clarice of course had her suspicions. Especially at this school.... only hell knows what happens outside this dorm room with Kanoe. And it wasn't exactly hard to tell of a new wardrobe every now and again. She was becoming increasingly worried that Kanoe may very well be hiding something, but then again who didn't have something to hide here? She just wished she could read the woman's mind some times instead of emotions. Emotions did little when she saw that epitome of guilt laced with some form of satisfaction... it wasn't that difficult to see Kanoe wasn't just getting a slap on the wrist for her uniform.

Her head perks up at the sound of the door unlocking. This had been happening on more regular occurrence then what it should be. But it's not as if she could just outright accuse the woman of sneaking behind her back when it could very well not be a student in the least. That's what was horribly wrong with this school... you didn't ever know who was the victim and who the criminal is. As far as Claire was concerned... she could only assume Kanoe the victim.

"It's alright Kanoe. Things happen," she simply says before returning to her books. Well... maybe not fully as she watches from the corner of her eye at her lover’s movement. Her movements were soft, yet fluctuant, able to walk in an almost complete straight line except for unbalanced legs. If this keeps up, she might as well change her career choice to a detective.


"Seems the school is having its fun keeping you late on the occasion, Kanoe. I made some dinner for you in the microwave to keep it warm. It's not fancy, but hopefully you'll like it."

She was becoming quite tired of being the housewife waiting for her husband to come home at odd hours, pretend nothing is happening and wave it off as such. Clarice may be blonde, but she wasn't an idiot. But then again... most husbands weren't Kanoe either. The woman was very good at playing off possible ‘getting trapped in corners’ with her small excuses and leaves it at that. But this time, she was sure she had heard every single excuse there was written by the woman. All that was left was the less then believable comments.

"So what did they do to you this time? Extra work? Detention... the basement?"

Kanoe sighs softly as she glides across the room. Her posture and movements were becoming more fluid. The witch had grown much more fit and athletic as well. Makes one wonder if it was not just Taisie giving the woman a thorough work out.

Letting her bag fall by her closet, she moves to Claire and gives the woman a soft kiss on the lips. Even in her life as a servant, she will not forget this woman she loves. The emotions have gradually changed through the months. There used to be fear and terror but now it was relief and guilt at times. It fades as she spends time with Claire but there were always those days in the week where she was serving Miss Saika.

"I think they grow tired of my constant breaking of the dress code," she says softly, "I'm sorry, they have been holding me after class more and more often. Sometimes...even putting me in the basement."

She strokes her lover's cheek, smiling softly. The witch was just glad this woman was here when she returns to her room. Without Claire, she would not know what to do. Kanoe may have broken and become a slave much sooner if she did not fight for her lover just as her lover fights for her.

"Thank you," she thanks for the food as she pulls it from the microwave, "Let me change and we can study together."

She sets the food on the table and then proceeds to change into her flowing black robes. A soft sigh leaves her as her heavy orbs sway gently. Her body was changing as well. Her body was more toned and did not seem to have a single flaw on it. Her breasts were swollen but firm even without a bra on. The witch had been going without a bra for a few weeks now ever since she began to lactate a strange clear fluid. She was not sure how to explain it to her lover the next time the woman plays with her chest again. Once dressed, the witch sits down at the table, nibbling softly at her meal.

Clarice didn’t have the undoubtedly high attractiveness monsters had forced into Kanoe’s body… she wondered what more could they possibly do to the woman after changing her so much. She, however, remained basically the same throughout the hardships. Years on this island and her body was still relatively the same. Her mental stability though had changed drastically.

"I've been wondering what they’re doing to you lately… they seem to be holding you longer and longer now a days."

She wondered if she was starting to sound like a mother to the woman now. She tried over the passed few weeks to not seem so nosy, but the times being held after class seem to steadily grow longer with each passing day. One could not help but wonder why the steady increase in being held after class would be so under uniform disagreement. Not that the school needed much of a reason or any to hold a student over. But she couldn't help but wonder why...

“Well… I’m sure if you were having big problems you would come to me. I understand what they may be doing is hard on you.”

She looks to the woman as she eats her still warm food at the table. Lying down from this position, she could clearly see Kanoe's shifting robes beneath her as she ate. She wouldn't blame the woman for trying to keep such a problem to herself. Last time she found out a monster was having its way with her she took it head on and cost her, her own body in order to punish the vile thing. But she could never be sure what was happening to Kanoe unless she said something. Without saying anything, that left her paranoia to grow vastly out of proportions.

“Well, think I’ve found something in these books we can possibly use. But take your time eating. You deserve to have at least a moment’s rest.”

Suspicions… that’s all they could be right now.

It was not all Natsuki's fault for most of her late days. But the school was defintitely not helping in this. The being only called on her once to three times a week while the school seems to take to punishing her nearly every day. That made for some long nights. But she has been breaking the same rule for about a year and a half now, it's no question that the school would grow weary of her..rebellion.

"Well you know I have been breaking the same rules for some time now," she blushes faintly, "But with the...changes that one monster did to my chest, I would not dare try slipping on that small uniform."

She gave a small smile to ease the mood. The witch hated how she was a plaything to these monsters. Her body has been going through some changes. But, she could not help but admire her beauty thanks to that tentacle monster and Natsuki. And assuming that fox spirit kept her bargain, she may have a very prolonged lifespan now. Kanoe just had to take them as they come. Much like other witches, some give their body and souls to demons for promises of more power.

"Hmm?" her attention returning to what Claire was mentioning, "Something? Is it another spell to try? It's not going to end up dying your hair again will it?" she teased.

"One time that happened and it came out!" she retorted quickly, burying her head into her arms out of embarrassment. That was a fact to behold... raven hair did not look good on her whatsoever. She looks up quickly at Kanoe's sudden change in the subject. The woman had her problems to deal with. That's really all she could do was support the woman. She wondered if she would ever come crashing down after so many ravagings... she had yet to fully crumble when Kanoe was around...

Clarice was only beginning to wonder when her life would take a turn in the direction Kanoe’s was going. Staying with someone and following their path, it was only a matter of time before she gets targeted in more ways like her lover. She couldn't help but shiver at the thought of not recognizing herself anymore.

"Ehh... I can't make out the last few parts, but it seems to be some sort of energy spell... I really don't want to deal with another problem... could very well give you that high squeaky voice a couple of spell tries ago. That didn't go away for awhile... and it definitely killed the mood a few times."

Might as well try to ease the mood at least some for her lover. She would be one Kanoe could be vulnerable and let go around. Being tense all the time was never healthy.

"Hmph!" she huffs at the woman, "Well lets do what we can about translating those final runes then first."

She pulls out some of her own tomes and notes. Her cheeks were still flushed from the embarassing situation but at least it calmed them both down. They had to work on living, it was all they could do for now. It was a losing battle against these monsters but the war will not be over until they defeat them or they break, whichever comes first. That is what they have to believe. If they did not, they would just bend over for any monster and lose all hope of escaping this island.

Kanoe finishes her meal and takes part in the studies. An energy spell? Though it sounds simple, energy was a vague term. She looks up at her lover as she turns some pages in her notes.

"What do you mean by energy though?" she asks, "You mean like Violett's over hyper attitude type of energy or like magical energy?"

"Hey, you're the one that started the war on whose spells worked really wrong. You threw me out there so I had to return fire," she shrugs with a smile. It was always fun teasing each other, despite sex hungry monsters breathing down their necks and other areas they would consider private.

"Mmm... seems more like Violett's attitude as you would put it. But you know... the ends of sentences are usually the most important so I wouldn't bet that's what it is until I can completely translate it. What a pain..."

And despite what monsters have tried to teach them, patience was not a virtue for either of them. They would sooner give up their bodies then to slowly have every bit of sanity stripped from them as they learn little of what they came for in the first place. But of course monsters seemed to enjoy them wiggle in their grasp. There was nothing they could do except for taking it as they go.

"It would be easier to focus if a certain someone would stop flaunting their mana all over the room and smother me with sexual hunger," she grumbles, raising a brow accusingly at the woman next to her. She wasn't doing it in an aggravated way, just the finishing touch on their small verbal duel. It certainly wasn’t her that was giving off the aura and especially not when Kanoe’s mana seemed to always leak out in the most troublesome type of ways. It was an occasional thing and should be understood, but Clarice couldn't help but find this time it was practically screaming at her.

"It's not my fault that I cannot hide my desire for you, love," she replies with a smirk, "Would you like some tea?"

She rises to her feet to prepare something to calm their thoughts. The witch had grown very adept with making tea, cooking and other tasks to the point of nearly being considered the mother of the house thanks to Natsuki. But it did have it's uses and at least Claire was fond of what foods she does make.

"Well if it is just stamina, that may help with our magic but it would mean monsters would have more..time with us," she says with a shiver, "And I would rather be out cold then."

Of course she was just teasing but it was a thought nonetheless. The witch does what she could to keep her mana in check to allow Claire some clear thoughts. It was not easy. She had an overwhelming about mana, more than her body could handle and control so it literally leaks from her body. This does little to her surroundings but it can sometimes tease magically inclined people as well as attract monsters. She returns a short time later with a warm tea and pours them both a cup.

She shivers as well. But for the exact opposite reason of Kanoe.

"Sorry, I would rather be up in arms then to wake up to something changed on me like you," she replies, pointing directly to the woman's large bountiful orbs. One couldn't help but imagine the crazy ideas running through Claire's mind when she first saw such a change in Kanoe.

She smiles as the woman comes up with some tea. It always was a soothing cup that kept her from drowning in her studies. Along with Kanoe’s company, it made the time together a lot more meaningful she thought. Taking a sip she sighs softly at the taste. Such a good cup... she would have to make Kanoe a good dinner tomorrow for such a treat.

"Stamina is something I have far too much of any ways. I always seem to be the last one to pass out so perhaps if all this does is give us an energy boost for a short time; I think I'll pass on testing it. Of course if we have a volunteer to see what it does..." she teases towards the darker witch with a smirk.

"Hmm?" she smiles, "You did not say that the first time you saw my new..addition to my chest."

She would be lying if she was not concerned about all her changes as well. She would also be lying to say she did not find them appealing. Longer life, nearly immune to sickness (assuming the spirit did not lie), and a beautiful and athletic body. Natsuki's excercies regime and those degrading games made Kanoe's stamina much better as well as made her body strong enough to carry the large bountiful breasts she now has. She was sure the mystic did not mind her stamina when they were together in bed.

"Hmph!" she huffs at the suggestion, "Perhaps if you can assure me that my voice won't change, love."

"Well... it wasn't my body that had been changed was it?" she teases selfishly. She wasn't at all concerned about Kanoe's new changes but if it were her own then maybe...

She chuckles softly at the woman's last comment. She couldn't deal with another squeaky night of 'I love you dis much' sort of sounds.

"We can't be sure unless you try it, but I wouldn't want you to any ways. Who knows what could possibly happen. May turn your hair blonde..."

The thought was funny.... and slightly disturbing to imagine Kanoe with her hair color. But she was certainly not going to let her lover try it any ways. If it gets right down to it, she'll play the guinea pig again.